Sprawled across the bed on my belly

Sprawled across the bed on my belly, with one arm shoved under the pillow my cheek rested on and the other arm folded next to my side, I slowly came awake to feel a feather-light touch trailing over my hip and down the curve of my behind.
I shifted restlessly, blinked open my eyes, and was immediately blinded by the bright light streaming into the bedroom. Groaning, I closed my eyes and tried to snuggle down. My bones didn’t feel like they were attached to any muscles and that somehow was a pleasant sensation. So was the hint of pressure tracing idle designs over my skin.
I’d never slept on my stomach before and I honestly didn’t even remember falling asleep. I assumed it was some point after Jax had curved his arms around me and I’d taken my next breath.
My body still felt worked over in the best possible way. So much so that—
Then my eyes popped back open.
All I saw once my vision adjusted to the light was Jax’s closet doors, and I figured he was what was responsible for what felt like a figure eight on my right butt cheek unless some random artist had climbed into bed with me.
My back was bare.
Hell, the sheet and covers were somewhere tangled around my upper thighs and I was sure that Jax could see the mess of skin, just like last time when he’d flipped me around and taken me from behind. My back being visible last night had been . . . somewhat okay because I doubted he was really paying attention.
I tensed and let out a shaky breath, preparing to roll away from him, which would give him an eyeful of boobs. And while I wasn’t so self-conscious about my front as much as my back around him now, I was sure I had weird lines from his wrinkled sheet embedded in my skin, and that, on top of everything else, would not be sexy. Like I was pretty sure I was in the negative realm of sexy right now.
“Don’t.”
I stared at the closet, considered pretending I was still asleep, and then dismissed that idea because it was dumb, so I went with playing dumb. “Don’t what?”
Jax’s hand curved over my bare hip. “Don’t hide. I know you were getting ready to turn away. Don’t.”
My eyes fell shut and I forced myself to stay still. After a few seconds, he went back to tracing smiley faces on my ass or whatever the hell he was doing. It felt like his eyes were boring holes into the discolored and rough skin, like peeling back the layers with X-ray vision.
“You have a sweet ass.”
Uh.
“I mean, really. Your ass is fucking sweet, babe,” he went on, and my lashes lifted and my brows pinched. “You are one of those women just born with a nice ass. No amount of workouts can create this ass.”
“That’s correct,” I said after a few seconds. “I think it was Big Macs and tacos that created that ass.”
Jax’s deep laugh pulled at the corners of my lips and then I felt his leg moving over mine, followed by his hot and hard length pressed into said sweet ass. “Then don’t ever stop eating those Big Macs and tacos.”
Immediately, I was wet. Totally. I don’t know if it was the feel of him so close to the softest part of me, or the fact he’d just told me to never stop eating Big Macs and tacos. Either way, I was ready.
“I can do that,” I said, voice throaty. “Eating Big Macs and tacos.”
He dropped a kiss on my shoulder as his knee pushed my thighs apart and his hand slid between his body and mine. “We should be getting up soon.”
I might have grunted something to the negative.
His chuckle danced over my shoulder. “It’s almost ten. I have no idea when your friends are coming over.”
“We have time,” I told him when I had no idea if we did or not.
Jax’s hand made it between my legs, and my hips jerked as his fingers brushed across the dampness. “Damn, honey, you’re fucking insatiable. I love it.”
Oh, my heart did a little happy dance at the use of the word love even though it probably meant nothing.
His hand disappeared and I expected him to roll off and grab a condom, but he didn’t move, and after a few seconds I started to feel those whorls again. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I looked over my shoulder at him.
God, only he could look so freaking, ridiculously sexy after getting only a few hours of sleep, with his hair sticking up everywhere and a rough stubble across his jaw. For a moment, I got kind of lost staring at him and then I realized he was staring at my back. For real. Tension crept into my shoulders, and after what felt like a lifetime, his gaze found mine.
And I said what I needed to say. “I don’t like this.”
His expression tightened. “Why, baby?”
I knew from the way he’d asked, the question was genuine, and for some reason, that created that damn ball in my throat. My arms slid out and I rested my cheek back on the pillow. “It’s ugly,” I whispered.
Jax was quiet as he brushed a few strands of my hair back. “Do you know what I see when I see your back?”
“That it kind of looks like the Appalachian Mountains on a map?” I joked, but it fell flat as an iron.
“No, honey.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to be honest, okay? I’m not going to sit here and tell you that what I see right now is easy to look at.”
Oh God. My heart dropped and I thought I might hurl.
“But it’s not the reasons you think,” he continued, and then I felt it, his hand over the worst part of my back, and my entire body seemed to have a reflexive curl, but I couldn’t go anywhere, because he was practically lying on me. “When I see your back, what I think about is the pain you had to have experienced. I don’t personally know what it feels like, but I had hot shrapnel rip through my skin, and I’m sure that wasn’t even a ball’s hair worth of what you felt. But when the bomb went off in the desert, I saw soldiers—my friends—catch on fire.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, but his words sparked images I didn’t want to see but needed to.
“And I know that there is no amount of pain meds that really dulls these kinds of burns and you lived through that. That’s what I think about when I see them. And I also think about how these fucking scars shaped your life. How they’ve beaten you down when you still are one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen and these scars don’t even touch that. They aren’t anything compared to your smile or your pretty blue eyes or that sweet ass.”
Oh my God.
He wasn’t done. “You know what else I see? A physical reminder of how fucking strong you are, Calla, how fucking brave you are. That’s what I see when I look at your back. A map of how brave you are, your strength and your courage.”
Oh my God.
Tears pricked at my eyes. That ball of emotion was at my throat again, ready to pour forth and flood the earth.
“And that shit isn’t ugly.” His voice dropped to a whisper.
I twisted, pushing up on my elbows, and looked over my shoulder at him again. His face blurred. “Jax . . .”
“That shit is beautiful in its own way, but still fucking beautiful.”
Some of the tears spilled over, and I knew I was really going to start sobbing, because that was the most perfect thing I’d ever heard, and all I could say was a lame “Thank you.”
One side of his lips kicked up.
I wanted to say more and I was so going to cry more, and it was a good thing that his phone started ringing, because I was seconds away from telling him that I loved him and wanted to have his babies. Not have his babies right now, but later, and I figured that might’ve been too soon to say something like that, but oh God, I did love him.
Jax ignored his phone as he rolled me onto my back. “I think you get it.” Leaning onto one arm pressed into the pillow, he brushed away the tears with his other hand. “Finally.”
A little kernel of “getting it” was there, and it was small and fragile, but it was there, pitted in my stomach like a little seed that just started to sprout. It needed love and care, but I was starting to get it.
He grinned and said, “Yeah.” Then he dipped his head, kissing my left cheek just as his phone started ringing again. He pulled back, shooting a glare in the direction of the nightstand.
“You should get that.” My voice was thick.
Jax really didn’t look like he wanted to, but with a curse, he shifted off me and snatched his phone. He answered the call with a “What?”
I’d just settled back against the pillow, about to replay his whole speech over again in a slightly obsessive way, when Jax suddenly sat up. “What?”
The tone of his voice caused a rush of unease, and I reacted to it. Sitting up, I grabbed the sheet and tugged it to my breasts.
“Yeah, I’m Jackson James. What’s going on?” There was a stretch of silence and then he was on his feet, and I was staring at his firm ass. He glanced over his shoulder at me, his jaw hard. “Yes. Thank you. Yep.”
“What’s going on?” I asked as soon as he lowered the phone.
Jax grabbed his jeans and briefs off the floor. “You got to get up and get dressed, honey.”
The tone of his voice brooked no room for argument and I knew something was up, and I did what I was told. I tossed the covers and stood. Jax already had his jeans on when he was suddenly in front of me.
The air left me when I saw the look in his eyes. Oh no. My heart kicked up. “It’s Mom, isn’t it? They’ve found her bo—”
“No, honey, it’s not your mom.” He cupped my cheeks, his eyes searching mine. “It’s Clyde. And it’s serious. He had a heart attack.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Tergeletak di tempat tidur di perut saya, dengan satu tangan, mendorong di bawah bantal pipi saya berhenti pada dan lengan terlipat di sisi saya, saya perlahan-lahan datang terjaga merasakan sentuhan bulu-cahaya trailing atas pinggul dan ke bawah kurva di belakang saya.Saya bergeser gelisah, berkedip terbuka mataku, dan segera dibutakan oleh terang yang mengalir ke dalam kamar tidur. Mengerang, aku memejamkan mata dan mencoba meringkuk turun. Tulang saya tidak merasa seperti mereka telah melekat otot apapun dan entah bagaimana itu sebuah sensasi menyenangkan. Jadi adalah tanda-tanda tekanan tracing siaga desain atas kulit saya.Saya tidak pernah tidur di perut saya sebelumnya dan saya benar-benar bahkan tidak ingat jatuh tertidur. Saya menduga itu beberapa titik setelah Jax telah melengkung lengannya di sekitar saya dan saya telah mengambil napas berikutnya.Tubuh saya masih merasa bekerja di cara terbaik mungkin. Begitu banyak sehingga —Kemudian mataku muncul kembali terbuka.Yang kulihat setelah visi saya disesuaikan dengan cahaya Jax di pintu lemari, dan saya pikir dia adalah apa itu bertanggung jawab untuk apa yang merasa seperti angka delapan pipi kanan pantat saya kecuali beberapa artis acak telah naik ke tempat tidur dengan saya.Punggung saya adalah telanjang.Neraka, lembar dan meliputi tempat kusut di sekitar paha atas saya dan saya yakin bahwa Jax bisa melihat kekacauan kulit, sama seperti terakhir kali ketika ia telah membalik saya berkeliling dan membawaku dari belakang. Punggung saya tidak terlihat malam terakhir telah... agak apa-apa karena saya meragukan bahwa dia benar-benar membayar perhatian.Aku tegang dan membiarkan keluar napas goyah, bersiap-siap untuk roll darinya, yang akan memberikan dia eyeful dari payudara. Dan sementara aku tidak begitu percaya diri saya depan sebagai banyak karena saya kembali di sekelilingnya sekarang, aku yakin aku aneh baris dari lembar nya keriput tertanam dalam kulit saya, dan itu, di atas segalanya, tidak akan seksi. Seperti aku cukup yakin aku berada di bidang negatif seksi sekarang."Tidak."Aku menatap lemari, dianggap berpura-pura aku sedang tidur, dan kemudian menolak gagasan itu karena itu adalah bodoh, jadi aku pergi dengan bermain bodoh. "Tidak apa?"JAX di tangan lengkung atas pinggul telanjang. "Jangan bersembunyi. Saya tahu Anda sedang bersiap-siap untuk berpaling. Jangan."Mata saya jatuh menutup dan aku memaksakan diri untuk tinggal tetap. Setelah beberapa detik, ia kembali ke menelusuri wajah smiley di pantatku atau apa pun yang ia lakukan. Rasanya seperti matanya membosankan lubang ke dalam kulit memar dan kasar, seperti mengupas kembali lapisan dengan X-ray visi."Anda memiliki pantat manis."Eh."Maksudku, sungguh. Bokongmu adalah fucking manis, babe,"Dia melanjutkan, dan bulu mata saya mengangkat alis saya terjepit. "Anda adalah salah satu wanita-wanita yang hanya dilahirkan dengan nice ass. Tidak ada jumlah latihan dapat membuat keledai ini.""Itu benar," kataku setelah beberapa detik. "Saya pikir itu Big Mac dan taco yang dibuat bahwa keledai."JAX's tertawa mendalam ditarik pada sudut bibir saya dan merasa kakinya pindah saya, diikuti oleh nya panas dan keras panjang ditekan ke kata manis keledai. "Kemudian tidak pernah berhenti makan itu Big Mac dan taco."Immediately, I was wet. Totally. I don’t know if it was the feel of him so close to the softest part of me, or the fact he’d just told me to never stop eating Big Macs and tacos. Either way, I was ready.“I can do that,” I said, voice throaty. “Eating Big Macs and tacos.”He dropped a kiss on my shoulder as his knee pushed my thighs apart and his hand slid between his body and mine. “We should be getting up soon.”I might have grunted something to the negative.His chuckle danced over my shoulder. “It’s almost ten. I have no idea when your friends are coming over.”“We have time,” I told him when I had no idea if we did or not.Jax’s hand made it between my legs, and my hips jerked as his fingers brushed across the dampness. “Damn, honey, you’re fucking insatiable. I love it.”Oh, my heart did a little happy dance at the use of the word love even though it probably meant nothing.His hand disappeared and I expected him to roll off and grab a condom, but he didn’t move, and after a few seconds I started to feel those whorls again. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I looked over my shoulder at him.God, only he could look so freaking, ridiculously sexy after getting only a few hours of sleep, with his hair sticking up everywhere and a rough stubble across his jaw. For a moment, I got kind of lost staring at him and then I realized he was staring at my back. For real. Tension crept into my shoulders, and after what felt like a lifetime, his gaze found mine.And I said what I needed to say. “I don’t like this.”His expression tightened. “Why, baby?”I knew from the way he’d asked, the question was genuine, and for some reason, that created that damn ball in my throat. My arms slid out and I rested my cheek back on the pillow. “It’s ugly,” I whispered.Jax was quiet as he brushed a few strands of my hair back. “Do you know what I see when I see your back?”“That it kind of looks like the Appalachian Mountains on a map?” I joked, but it fell flat as an iron.“No, honey.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to be honest, okay? I’m not going to sit here and tell you that what I see right now is easy to look at.”Oh God. My heart dropped and I thought I might hurl.“But it’s not the reasons you think,” he continued, and then I felt it, his hand over the worst part of my back, and my entire body seemed to have a reflexive curl, but I couldn’t go anywhere, because he was practically lying on me. “When I see your back, what I think about is the pain you had to have experienced. I don’t personally know what it feels like, but I had hot shrapnel rip through my skin, and I’m sure that wasn’t even a ball’s hair worth of what you felt. But when the bomb went off in the desert, I saw soldiers—my friends—catch on fire.”I squeezed my eyes shut, but his words sparked images I didn’t want to see but needed to.“And I know that there is no amount of pain meds that really dulls these kinds of burns and you lived through that. That’s what I think about when I see them. And I also think about how these fucking scars shaped your life. How they’ve beaten you down when you still are one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen and these scars don’t even touch that. They aren’t anything compared to your smile or your pretty blue eyes or that sweet ass.”Oh my God.He wasn’t done. “You know what else I see? A physical reminder of how fucking strong you are, Calla, how fucking brave you are. That’s what I see when I look at your back. A map of how brave you are, your strength and your courage.”Oh my God.Tears pricked at my eyes. That ball of emotion was at my throat again, ready to pour forth and flood the earth.“And that shit isn’t ugly.” His voice dropped to a whisper.I twisted, pushing up on my elbows, and looked over my shoulder at him again. His face blurred. “Jax . . .”“That shit is beautiful in its own way, but still fucking beautiful.”Some of the tears spilled over, and I knew I was really going to start sobbing, because that was the most perfect thing I’d ever heard, and all I could say was a lame “Thank you.”One side of his lips kicked up.I wanted to say more and I was so going to cry more, and it was a good thing that his phone started ringing, because I was seconds away from telling him that I loved him and wanted to have his babies. Not have his babies right now, but later, and I figured that might’ve been too soon to say something like that, but oh God, I did love him.Jax ignored his phone as he rolled me onto my back. “I think you get it.” Leaning onto one arm pressed into the pillow, he brushed away the tears with his other hand. “Finally.”
A little kernel of “getting it” was there, and it was small and fragile, but it was there, pitted in my stomach like a little seed that just started to sprout. It needed love and care, but I was starting to get it.
He grinned and said, “Yeah.” Then he dipped his head, kissing my left cheek just as his phone started ringing again. He pulled back, shooting a glare in the direction of the nightstand.
“You should get that.” My voice was thick.
Jax really didn’t look like he wanted to, but with a curse, he shifted off me and snatched his phone. He answered the call with a “What?”
I’d just settled back against the pillow, about to replay his whole speech over again in a slightly obsessive way, when Jax suddenly sat up. “What?”
The tone of his voice caused a rush of unease, and I reacted to it. Sitting up, I grabbed the sheet and tugged it to my breasts.
“Yeah, I’m Jackson James. What’s going on?” There was a stretch of silence and then he was on his feet, and I was staring at his firm ass. He glanced over his shoulder at me, his jaw hard. “Yes. Thank you. Yep.”
“What’s going on?” I asked as soon as he lowered the phone.
Jax grabbed his jeans and briefs off the floor. “You got to get up and get dressed, honey.”
The tone of his voice brooked no room for argument and I knew something was up, and I did what I was told. I tossed the covers and stood. Jax already had his jeans on when he was suddenly in front of me.
The air left me when I saw the look in his eyes. Oh no. My heart kicked up. “It’s Mom, isn’t it? They’ve found her bo—”
“No, honey, it’s not your mom.” He cupped my cheeks, his eyes searching mine. “It’s Clyde. And it’s serious. He had a heart attack.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Tergeletak di tempat tidur di perut saya, dengan satu tangan mendorong di bawah bantal pipiku beristirahat dan lengan lainnya dilipat sebelah sisi saya, saya perlahan-lahan datang terjaga merasakan bulu-sentuhan ringan tertinggal lebih pinggul saya dan ke bawah kurva dari saya belakang.
Aku bergeser gelisah, berkedip membuka mata saya, dan langsung dibutakan oleh cahaya terang mengalir ke kamar tidur. Sambil mengerang, saya memejamkan mata dan mencoba untuk meringkuk ke bawah. Tulangku tidak merasa seperti mereka terikat pada otot dan yang entah bagaimana sensasi yang menyenangkan. Jadi adalah sedikit tekanan menelusuri desain siaga di atas kulit saya.
Saya tidak pernah tidur di perut saya sebelumnya dan saya benar-benar tidak ingat bahkan jatuh tertidur. Saya menduga itu beberapa titik setelah Jax telah melengkung lengannya di sekitar saya dan saya telah mengambil napas berikutnya.
Tubuh saya masih merasa bekerja lebih dalam cara terbaik mungkin. Begitu banyak sehingga itu-
Lalu mata saya muncul kembali terbuka.
Semua yang saya lihat setelah visi saya menyesuaikan diri dengan cahaya itu lemari pintu Jax, dan aku pikir dia adalah apa yang bertanggung jawab untuk apa merasa seperti angka delapan pada saya pantat pipi kanan kecuali beberapa acak artis telah naik ke tempat tidur dengan saya.
kembali saya adalah telanjang.
Hell, lembar dan selimut yang di suatu tempat melilit paha atas saya dan saya yakin bahwa Jax bisa melihat kekacauan kulit, seperti terakhir kali ketika dia membalik saya sekitar dan diambil dari belakang. Kembali saya yang terlihat tadi malam telah. . . agak apa-apa karena saya meragukan dia benar-benar memperhatikan.
Saya tegang dan mengembuskan napas gemetar, mempersiapkan untuk menggelinding dari dia, yang akan memberinya eyeful dari payudara. Dan sementara aku tidak begitu sadar diri tentang depan saya sebanyak saya kembali di sekelilingnya sekarang, saya yakin saya memiliki garis-garis aneh dari lembar keriput nya tertanam di kulit saya, dan bahwa, di atas segalanya, tidak akan sexy. Seperti saya cukup yakin saya berada di ranah negatif seksi sekarang.
"Jangan."
Aku menatap lemari, dianggap berpura-pura aku masih tertidur, dan kemudian menolak gagasan bahwa karena itu bodoh, jadi aku pergi dengan bermain bodoh. "Jangan apa?"
tangan Jax melengkung lebih pinggul telanjang. "Jangan sembunyi. Aku tahu kau sedang bersiap-siap untuk berpaling. Jangan. "
Mataku jatuh menutup dan aku memaksakan diri untuk diam. Setelah beberapa detik, ia kembali ke tracing wajah smiley di pantatku atau apa pun yang dia lakukan. Rasanya seperti matanya membosankan lubang ke dalam kulit berubah warna dan kasar, seperti mengupas lapisan-lapisan dengan visi X-ray.
"Anda memiliki pantat manis."
Eh.
"Maksudku, benar-benar. Ass Anda fucking manis, sayang, "ia melanjutkan, dan bulu mata saya mengangkat alis dan saya terjepit. "Anda adalah salah satu dari wanita-wanita hanya lahir dengan pantat yang bagus. Tidak ada jumlah latihan dapat membuat pantat ini. "
"Itu benar," kataku setelah beberapa detik. "Saya pikir itu Big Mac dan tacos yang menciptakan keledai itu."
tertawa dalam Jax yang menarik di sudut-sudut bibir saya dan kemudian saya merasa kakinya bergerak lebih tambang, diikuti oleh panjang panas dan keras ditekan ke kata ass manis. "Kalau begitu jangan pernah berhenti makan mereka Big Mac dan tacos."
Segera, saya basah. Benar-benar. Saya tidak tahu apakah itu nuansa begitu dekat dengan bagian paling lembut dari saya, atau fakta dia baru saja mengatakan kepada saya untuk tidak pernah berhenti makan Big Mac dan Taco. Either way, aku sudah siap.
"Saya bisa melakukan itu," kataku, serak suara. "Makan Big Mac dan tacos."
Dia menjatuhkan ciuman di bahu saya sebagai lututnya mendorong paha saya terpisah dan tangannya meluncur antara tubuh dan tambang nya. "Kita harus bangun segera."
Saya mungkin telah menggerutu sesuatu untuk negatif.
tertawa Nya menari-nari di atas bahu saya. "Ini hampir sepuluh. Saya tidak tahu kapan teman-teman Anda datang. "
"Kami punya waktu," Saya mengatakan kepadanya ketika saya tidak tahu jika kita lakukan atau tidak.
tangan Jax membuatnya di antara kakiku, dan pinggul saya tersentak karena jari-jarinya menggosok seluruh kelembaban. "Sialan, madu, Anda sialan tak pernah puas. Aku menyukainya. "
Oh, hatiku melakukan sedikit tarian bahagia di penggunaan kata cinta meskipun mungkin berarti apa-apa.
Tangannya menghilang dan saya berharap dia akan menggelinding dan ambil kondom, tapi dia tidak bergerak, dan setelah beberapa detik saya mulai merasa mereka whorls lagi. Mendorong diri pada siku saya, saya menoleh saya kepadanya.
Tuhan, hanya dia bisa terlihat begitu panik, ridiculously seksi setelah mendapatkan hanya beberapa jam tidur, dengan rambutnya menempel di mana-mana dan janggut kasar di rahangnya. Untuk sesaat, aku seperti hilang menatapnya dan kemudian saya menyadari bahwa ia sedang menatap punggungku. Nyata. Ketegangan merayap ke bahu saya, dan setelah apa yang terasa seperti seumur hidup, tatapannya menemukan saya.
Dan aku berkata apa yang saya butuhkan untuk mengatakan. "Saya tidak suka ini."
Ekspresinya diperketat. "Kenapa, bayi?"
Saya tahu dari cara dia bertanya, pertanyaannya adalah asli, dan untuk beberapa alasan, yang menciptakan bola sialan di tenggorokan. Lenganku meluncur keluar dan aku beristirahat pipiku kembali di atas bantal. "Ini buruk," bisikku.
Jax tenang sambil disikat beberapa helai rambut saya kembali. "Apakah Anda tahu apa yang saya lihat ketika saya melihat kembali Anda?"
"Itu jenis terlihat seperti Pegunungan Appalachian pada peta?" Aku bercanda, tapi jatuh datar sebagai besi.
"Tidak, Sayang." Dia mengambil dalam napas. "Aku akan jujur, oke? Aku tidak akan duduk di sini dan memberitahu Anda bahwa apa yang saya lihat saat ini adalah mudah untuk melihat. "
Oh Tuhan. Hatiku menjatuhkan dan saya pikir saya mungkin melemparkan.
"Tapi itu bukan alasan Anda berpikir," lanjutnya, dan kemudian saya merasa itu, tangannya di atas bagian terburuk dari punggung saya, dan seluruh tubuh saya tampaknya memiliki ikal refleksif, tapi aku tidak bisa pergi ke mana pun, karena ia praktis berbaring pada saya. "Ketika saya melihat kembali Anda, apa yang saya pikirkan adalah rasa sakit Anda harus alami. Saya pribadi tidak tahu bagaimana rasanya, tapi aku punya pecahan peluru panas merobek melalui kulit saya, dan saya yakin itu tidak bahkan rambut layak bola dari apa yang Anda rasakan. Tapi ketika bom meledak di padang gurun, saya melihat tentara-teman saya-menangkap terbakar. "
Aku meremas mata tertutup, tapi kata-katanya memicu gambar saya tidak ingin melihat tapi perlu.
"Dan saya tahu bahwa ada ada jumlah obat-obatan nyeri yang benar-benar menumpulkan jenis-jenis luka bakar dan Anda hidup melalui itu. Itulah yang saya pikirkan ketika saya melihat mereka. Dan saya juga berpikir tentang bagaimana bekas luka sialan berbentuk hidup Anda. Bagaimana mereka sudah mengalahkan Anda turun ketika Anda masih adalah salah satu dari gadis-gadis yang paling indah yang pernah saya lihat dan bekas luka ini bahkan tidak menyentuh itu. Mereka tidak apa-apa dibandingkan dengan senyum atau mata cukup biru atau bahwa keledai manis. "
Ya Tuhan.
Dia tidak dilakukan. "Kau tahu apa lagi yang saya lihat? Sebuah pengingat fisik bagaimana sialan yang kuat Anda, Calla, bagaimana sialan berani Anda. Itulah yang saya lihat ketika saya melihat kembali Anda. Sebuah peta betapa beraninya Anda, kekuatan dan keberanian Anda. "
Ya Tuhan.
Air mata menusuk di mata saya. Bola yang emosi berada di tenggorokan saya lagi, siap untuk mencurahkan dan banjir bumi.
"Dan omong kosong itu tidak jelek." Suaranya menjadi bisikan.
Aku memutar, mendorong pada siku, dan menoleh ke saya dia lagi. Wajahnya kabur. "Jax. . . "
"sialan itu indah dengan caranya sendiri, tapi masih sialan indah."
Beberapa air mata tumpah, dan aku tahu aku benar-benar akan mulai menangis, karena itu hal yang paling sempurna yang pernah saya dengar, dan semua bisa saya katakan adalah lumpuh "Terima kasih."
Satu sisi bibirnya ditendang.
Saya ingin mengatakan lebih banyak dan saya sangat akan menangis lebih, dan itu adalah hal yang baik bahwa telepon mulai berdering, karena aku detik jauh dari mengatakan kepadanya bahwa aku mencintainya dan ingin memiliki bayi nya. Tidak memiliki bayi nya sekarang, tapi kemudian, dan saya pikir yang mungkin sudah terlalu dini untuk mengatakan sesuatu seperti itu, tapi oh Tuhan, aku mencintainya.
Jax mengabaikan telepon sambil berguling saya ke punggung saya. "Saya pikir Anda mendapatkannya." Bersandar ke satu lengan ditekan ke bantal, ia mengusap air mata dengan tangannya yang lain. "Akhirnya."
Sebuah kernel kecil "mendapatkan itu" ada di sana, dan itu kecil dan rapuh, tapi itu ada, diadu dalam perut saya seperti benih kecil yang baru mulai tumbuh. Dibutuhkan cinta dan kasih, tapi aku mulai mendapatkan itu.
Dia tersenyum dan berkata, "Ya." Lalu ia mencelupkan kepalanya, mencium pipi kiriku seperti telepon mulai berdering lagi. Dia menarik kembali, menembak silau ke arah meja.
"Anda harus mendapatkan itu." Suaraku tebal.
Jax benar-benar tidak terlihat seperti dia ingin, tetapi dengan kutukan, dia bergeser dari saya dan menyambar telepon . Dia menjawab panggilan dengan "Apa?"
Aku baru saja duduk kembali melawan bantal, akan memutar ulang seluruh pidatonya lagi dengan cara yang sedikit obsesif, ketika tiba-tiba Jax duduk. "Apa?"
Nada suaranya menyebabkan aliran kegelisahan, dan aku bereaksi untuk itu. Duduk, aku meraih lembaran dan menariknya ke dada saya.
"Ya, aku Jackson James. Apa yang terjadi? "Ada hamparan diam dan kemudian dia berdiri, dan saya menatap pantat perusahaannya. Dia menoleh ke arahku, rahangnya keras. "Iya Nih. Terima kasih. Yep. "
"Apa yang terjadi?" tanyaku begitu dia menurunkan telepon.
Jax meraih jins dan celana dari lantai. "Anda harus bangun dan berpakaian, madu."
Nada suaranya brooked ada ruang untuk argumen dan aku tahu sesuatu naik, dan saya melakukan apa yang saya diberitahu. Aku melemparkan selimut dan berdiri. Jax sudah memiliki celana jinsnya ketika dia tiba-tiba di depan saya.
Udara meninggalkan saya ketika saya melihat ekspresi di matanya. Oh tidak. Hatiku menendang. "Ini Bu, bukan? Mereka menemukan dia Bo "
"Tidak, Sayang, itu bukan ibumu." Dia menangkup pipiku, matanya mencari-cari saya. "Ini Clyde. Dan itu serius. Dia mengalami serangan jantung. "